The paintings on the wall <br />Were witness to it all: <br />Two lovers <br />So enthralled <br />As we mounted, cried, and called; <br />The empty chairs in the hall <br />Quietly recall, <br />How they held us <br />In their arms; <br />Burdened <br />By our doubled charms; <br />The chandelier, <br />Gently swayed <br />When we danced <br />As on parade, <br />Regal with romance. <br />Naked in a trance, <br />Before the audience of books, <br />Who watched <br />With sullen looks, <br />We were intimate before friends <br />Who knew Time would put an end; <br />Too polite to say a word, <br />All their wisdom, mute, unheard; <br />For eventually, we both left, <br />The furnishings stood bereft; <br />The clock on the mantle piece, <br />Stopped ticking with relief; <br />A sunny corner room, <br />On a silent afternoon.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-riff-on-kevin-east-s-fine-poem-the-room/
